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"That should not make any girl unhappy," he remarked sagely. "Because you don't love him is no reason of course, you don't love him?" Loretta shook her head and shoulders in a vigorous negative. "What?" Bashford wanted to make sure. "No," she asserted explosively. "I don't love Billy! I don't want to love Billy!"
Jeffrey till that lady, suddenly becoming conscious of the girl's presence, turned, and in the midst of the moans which broke unconsciously from her lips, said with a pitiable effort at her old manner: "Go away, Loretta; I am ill; have been ill for two days. I don't like people to look at me like that!" Then, as the girl shrank back, added in a breaking voice: "When Mr.
When the engine was switching cars on to the side-track, Johnny crept along the side of the train. He pulled open the side-door of an empty box-car and awkwardly and laboriously climbed in. He closed the door. The engine whistled. Johnny was lying down, and in the darkness he smiled. It was because she had broken with Billy that Loretta had come visiting to Santa Clara. Billy could not understand.
June put her flushed cheek back to the flank of the cow. It was not the first time she had thought of that her step-mother would milk and if she were ill, her father or Loretta. She had not meant to ask that question she was wondering when they would start. That was what she meant to ask and she was glad that she had swerved.
"Yes, he thought I came to kiss him I did, WITH THIS!" and she tossed a knife on the table. The days that followed were gray days for Luigi and me. All the light and loveliness were gone from my canal. They took Loretta to the prison next the Bridge of Sighs and locked her up in one of the mouldy cells below the water line dark, dismal pockets where, in the old days, men died of terror.
He bent over Loretta, caught her hands in his, then sat on the arm of the chair and softly put one arm around her. "Loretta, I am a fool. I mean it. And I mean something more. I want you to be my wife." He waited anxiously in the pause that followed. "You might answer me," he urged. "I will... if " "Yes, go on. If what?" "If I don't have to marry Billy."
With the explosion Ned Bashford was on his feet, no longer a tired Greek, but a violently angry young man. "Billy is not a scoundrel; he is a good man," Loretta defended, with a firmness that surprised Bashford. "I suppose you'll be telling me next that it was all your fault," he said sarcastically. She nodded. "What?" he shouted. "It was all my fault," she said steadily.
I wish I'd known it half an hour ago, when he telephoned to me!" "That's just why I didn't tell you, Miss Lawton!" responded Loretta, with a flash of her white teeth. "Mr. Blaine told me to report to him this afternoon, and I meant to, but he didn't tell me to talk to anyone else, even you. When you asked me to undertake this for you, you said I was to do just what Mr.
So I gave up the task of making her perfect and let her go on smiling, glad that she had such frequent cause for it. This morning her smile had a touch of pride in it as well as of delight, and noting this, I remarked: "You have made Loretta talk." Her head went up and a demure dimple appeared in her cheek. "What did she say?" I urged. "What has she been keeping back?"
"Whar's June?" he cried, and June heard him, and loosening herself from Loretta, she ran round the horse and had Bub in her arms. Then she looked up into the eyes of her step-mother.
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